Page 62 of First Ritual

Don’t freeze.

React.

Focusing inward, I shoved out through my battle affinity. He backed up two steps, and a savage snarl ripped from him.

I wheezed in pain as he surged forward and doubled down on his magical bindings.

Ouch.

And fuck. My entire body shook as he trekked closer to the center of my magic. His onslaught felt like sludge rising through a pipe. With so many hooks in my affinity channels, my magic was greatly weakened.

I could only wiggle my fingers and move my head.

Leaning forward to close the gap, I set my lips against Wild’s.

His growl shut off.

He groaned.

Shit. His lips were soft like I remembered. And with his magic out like this… so much better. How was it so much better?

I gasped and wound my arms around his neck, threading my fingers into his rich, brown hair. Any question on how I was able to move fled my mind as my back found a wall and Wild’s mouth began to move against mine in earnest.

I could feel him everywhere. From a kiss. How was this possible?

His magical hooks eased out of me as he opted to shove my head to the side to trail kisses down my neck. At the base, he paused in threat before returning to our fever-filled, frantic kiss.

Wild’s hips pressed into mine, and our gazes locked in mutual awe of the pleasure of whatever this was. Our movements slowed. His hands swept my sides, and I arched slightly. He bit my bottom lip in warning.

I gripped his pendants and dragged him closer. I wasn’t scared of him.

We both moaned.

Fuck. This felt so good.

“Does anyone else feel like we’re watching porn together even though it’s just kissing?”

The male voice penetrated our bubble. I inhaled sharply as Wild spun away, leaving me to slide down the wall in a dazed heap.

His power rose in a furious wave as menacing as his predatory stance.

Huxley, Corentin, and Sven stood in a row.

“Doesn’t do anything for me,” Huxley answered Corentin.

“I’m making a mental recording,” Sven replied. “But I feel naughty.”

Did they not realize how close Wild was to attacking them? I crawled forward to rest my hand on his ankle. “They’re your friends.”

My arm shook, both of them, and I dropped to my elbows, resting my head on my forearms.

I didn’t feel so hot.

“Man down,” I breathed out.

Their voices cut off. The growling did not.

“Wild, something’s wrong with her,” Sven rushed out. “You need to let us past.”